Morning of December 5, 2014. Friday.

This was a very long dream but which was not all that meandering, as the events seemed related to the main theme for the most part.

My older (half) brother Earl (deceased) is around, but not of a main focus. He has not appeared in that many of my dreams - my guess is that because I was looking at a much older dream (from July 2, 1976 - “Rocket Science”), he was in my stream of consciousness in a minor way. This has happened often before with reviewing older dream work and there are usually other similarities that clarify this. This of course would be evidence that dreams do not always have present significance (which I came to learn many years ago anyway - especially long-term precognitive dreams).

My dream’s setting is not fully familiar, although the Cubitis backyard seems to be a facet of the apparent composite location. There seem to be apartments lining a northerly side of a back road, where the perimeter of the orange grove would have been in reality. The road is vaguely reminiscent of the “eternity bridge” (going on to the east), a recurring locational association that took over the location of the real-life large shed, and is coming to establish a particular symbolic link over my lifetime. I find this interesting and may do an entry on it and the transitions.

My family and I are digging near the roadside as some sort of Halloween game or “treasure hunt” based on some sort of contest involving about three families (this being vaguely related to a real-life Halloween party at the library my two youngest sons also were in). I dig up a colorless pumpkin mask (I first think is a real skull) and show it to my youngest son. There are several other times when I reflect on the likelihood of human remains being nearby due to it also having been a graveyard in the past - although this may only be an assumption. Still, we mostly only find broken pieces of old plastic toys and such. (At this point I almost become lucid. However, I still seem to be aware I am making my own dream but from a subliminal level of self-awareness - hard to explain. It often involves trying to mentally force debris into transforming into human remains solely for the dramatic in-dream impact.)

An older female in the northwest apartment comes out for a short time and seems to wonder what we are doing there but does not speak to us. The time is not quite defined and changes a couple times.

A main vivid and very correctly rendered scene is focused on finding an old glass soda pop bottle which I then put clusters of larger nails into that I find in the same general area, most of which are rusty. I may be putting all the nails into the bottle so no one steps on them later, but there seems to be an additional unknown reason in the back of my mind.

I also dig up a brand new plastic-wrapped A4-sized package that turns out to be an ELA (English Language Arts) worksheet set for a learning module for possibly grade two. I decide to unwrap it and look at the various pages (it is about half an inch thick) - there is very clear detail - it seems to be tied in with spelling and vocabulary for the most part (and may be connected to a CD or other recording type), the pages divided into about four separate task panels, such as letter fill-ins and shorter word lists, including with draw-a-line match-up tasks. I decide that this will be given to my youngest son.

One other major scene begins with what seems like a male and female arguing southeast of our location. The arguing is fairly clear and goes on for several minutes (although the voices are not familiar at all - it may be “scripting” from someone actually arguing on the street outside our house while I am sleeping). They then walk northerly to where we are, continuing to yell at each other. The man is saying something about choking - perhaps relevant to a medical condition - he seems about ten years older than I. My brother Earl punches him in the left side of his face several times, knocking him over each time, near a circular wooden picnic table fairly close to the railroad tracks (which was actually the one in Wisconsin in my sister’s backyard, not ever in Florida).

Soon, the unknown male and his female partner become giant snakes, towering over everyone (by about ten feet). This seems to be based on a particular time expectancy, as some sort of seasonal ritual. Their “job” is to move down upon people to “kiss” them to instigate some sort of seasonal transformation (in the person they “kiss”). I hold a large circular couch pillow (the one we have in real life) over my head and am easily able to ward off the snake by doing this. My dream is not that well-rendered at this time and I eventually wake.

What I find interesting about this last part is that I was semi-aware that I was creating this “attack” upon myself (apparently for the dramatic effect) - thus discounting the theory that entities or “God” influences all dreams (although I have had extremely vivid lucid dreams where I sensed another presence). It seems the older I get, the more I become aware that I am making my dreams on another level even though I am not at all lucid at any point. I have had these realizations often in the past (even as an infant not yet able to walk), which are entirely different from in-dream lucidity. It seems to conflict with popular ideas about dreams.

Additional important note: The giant snake scene seems directly borrowed from a “Pinocchio” View-Master pack (not the Disney version but the Carlo-Collodi version I got for Christmas many years ago and which tied in to many personal associations). Additionally, the reels are round and both the cushion I was holding up and the out-of-place picnic table were round. In fact, there seems to be a vague association with the two notches on a View-Master reel and the potential damage to the pillow caused by the snake’s two fangs; rather ambiguous and nebulous, but very curious.